The Great Canadian Buzzard, half of this poetry team
The other is The Mouth Of The South, the talented one it seems
For when she takes to write, with that great golden pen
It makes me glad and very proud, to be able to call her friend
I place these pretty roses, upon this page for her
For there is no doubt in my mind, the pen she does deserve
Well as I bow to this lovely ladies greatness, as the year 2009 ends
I'd like to tell you that I'm sure glad, that we're the best of friends
She has burnt my feathers and locked me up, this I do admit
This year that has quickly passed us by, I've been in a lot of trouble
I'm sure you will agree with me, as I bow and wave this flag so white
Yes I'd do it all again tomorrow, for I love the way she fights
The Mouth has fought an honorable duel, to the very end
But if I needed some help along the way, on her I could depend
This wonderful talented lady, the queen of the graphic world
Has posted me and all my friends, as everything but girls
I know I spit and whine a lot, as I write my buzzard verse
But then picture me in a skirt, I'm sure that could be worse
Mouth I send many thanks to you, for not posting me as the girl
The buzzard has not the legs for it and wouldn't look good in curls